feeling ill from first a stomach virus and now bronchitis(again!). I had to write something to at least feel somewhat in control of my condition. : (




Infection

Inside the body armies march to battle for the taking
The wellness of the physical and to set the spirit shaking
Pounding silence, rythmic drums, unseen enemies of life
Stabbing spears, fever sears, slashing blade of knife
Weary wars go on once more hidden from the eye
Soldiers fight to make things right sending out their spies
Antibodies, immunities rage against the foe
I am just a battlefield infected by the row

Kathy Lockhart
9/2/07





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2007-09-02 at 19:47

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
To be that sick and write this great proves your talent! You need someone to take care of you. Anyone volunteer? I suspect there is a hero who will heed the call.
2007-09-03



I hope you'll get rid of the enemy very, very soon!
Stupid bugs...
However, they can't do anything to impair your sense of rhythm, rhyme, and humour :)
2007-09-02


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
You are poorly i know but yet you manage to write so eloquently of you adversity you are a beautiful poet and are peace not war but i get the poibt about this very clever text well done katherine and get well soon my love xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxylk Michael
2007-09-02